My name is Jenn, and I'm a 27 year old married and babied chick. In addition to a husband, a seven year old daughter, and a five year old autistic son, I also have four cats, three hermit crabs, two frogs, a few fish, and one snorty little Pug. I work from home doing a variety of writing and even some web design. I love blogging, digital photography and web design.
Lately I feel like I need to get a sign that says that. When I eat, I pick food apart to put aside the things I don’t want to fill up on, such as bread and rice, and the things I don’t want to eat because of potential “intolerance”, such as bacon, lettuce and general crunchy or chewy items. And then I eat only a bit of what I’ve kept in my “good” pile. And then I ask for a box to take home the remaining three quarters of what I didn’t eat. Obviously, this has attracted some sidelong glances, and on a few occasions a few outright questions from my servers. I sometimes get the feeling that I’m being judged, that people are thinking I’m so desperate to lose weight and/or look “good” in public that I’ll eat like a bird, while knocking back every weight loss product known to man.
The biggest thing with eating out in public is getting drinks pushed on me. As I’m sure I have mentioned, I can’t drink when I eat, because 1) liquids can cause the food to expand, which can lead to discomfort and/or vomiting, and 2) liquids can wash the food down too quickly, which can lead to dumping syndrome or overeating. Servers just do not want to take no for an answer, so I always wind up explaining that while I’d love to have some water, I can’t drink with my food, because I had gastric bypass.
Oh well. The looks and questions and judgments that may or may not be a figment of my imagination aren’t going to stop me from eating out. 
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